Sam and Angus had departed for piece of work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious signs of aliveness beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from stratum he was going to catch some Z's in now that his dawn impulse had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this morning had left her with a fervour between her legs but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that Oklahoman rather than later her release would come naturally as one of the guys used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underclothes, and busied herself with a few chores. She put on a load of washing and started to meet the sink to take care of the ravisher from last Night 's dinner party. As she dipped her hired man in the soapy piss to wash the dishes she drifted away into a daydreaming, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from nates. She gripped the edge of the sink as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscleman, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a audio from the doorway startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, a deep in the headlights look on his face, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the dress but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more individual than making him unload hot semen on her expression.

'' Sorry. '' Brandon was the first one to speak.

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't imply to jump. I just did n't hear you. '' she wiped her wet hands on her clothes then leaned back against the bench, trying to sweep up a casual air.

"So."She left the particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to induce the next move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than prepare for another turn. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply open her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of readiness from her would only drive him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few time then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her hand in his, guiding her book binding through the lounge surface area and down the Granville Stanley Hall, pausing before taking her into her way flicking on the twinkle, even though the break of day sun was streaming in through the upright screen. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her eyes around for anything particularly out of seat. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from black Angus, though thankfully there was zero particularly let out apparent there, such as any smirch from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her dress at the hip joint and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him slip it off her to reveal her nude kind once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unembarrassed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the apparel over the cheap rocking death chair from IKEA that held about a quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his body scanning from her face down her nude cast. He lingered on her minuscule irreverent boob and hard rosy pap and then again when he reached her smoothen hairless agglomerate and slightly tumescent lips. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't assistance but notice that he avoided meeting her middle this clock time. Shyly, after a longsighted moment of disinclination, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the boundary then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her oral sex back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to give tongue to, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was happy to mastermind her. That was ticket, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her skin starting at her berm and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her hard nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and second joint. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more debate with her touch, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to perpetrate to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his quarter round then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and power finger that sent a chill of joy down her body, making her clitoris throb and pegleg quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to research her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be felicitous to leave affair to progress in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to genuine women Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another thrill run through her consistency as she wondered how cryptic his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow for him memory access and fought to keep her vertebral column from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingerbreadth between her outer and inner lips, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single finger inside her and she stretched her stage, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the interloper. She turned her psyche to glance at him and he seemed to be completely mesmerized by her sex. At some head he had let his pants drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his deal up, inspecting his digit and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn't give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her second joint and repeated the mental process, this meter finding her opening more easily and sliding two digit inside. Tegan stifled a soft groan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his finger's breadth out then using them to fan out her lips and rub down her clit. accuracy be told it had been 24-hour interval since her last coming and she had been fucked respective times since then, so Brandon's inexpert succor were driving her wilderness with need. He gently held her clit between her fingerbreadth and massaged it in lowly rope causing her rose hip to automatically rise up to his hand seeking more pressure, more speeding. Brandon took his free helping hand and started to knead her closer boob, gently squeezing and tugging on the teat. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her torso he started applying more than heartiness to her button, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a deform moan as she crests closemouthed to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's remains hammer through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many fuddle butterfly stroke. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confound, but most of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrongfulness ? seed back, please ?"She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a easy embrace as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for treachery but quickly realised was superfluity, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the apparent dampness of interjection in the front of his underwear and a distinctly deflated swelling. The poor guy must have been on the threshold himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his expression, trying to overhear his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back ascendency, make him realise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just cum here. Please ?"she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him - considering the sexually frustrated state of matter he had her in it wasn't hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a mamilla to his mouth as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his embarrassing underclothes and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his back talk and kissed her way down her torso to hail case to face with his cock. Following his chance event she had something of a pot to deal with, with a sheen of seed coating his shaft and balls. Well that was just amercement, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a mess you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it clear to his jitteriness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her easygoing mitt and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the staying power befitting a young single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to retard down that hair trigger."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his balls in her backtalk and swirled spittle all over it, sucking it clean of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her back talk, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it clean, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn't a particularly nice spirit, she'd be lying if she said it was ( especially if the guy didn't eat a lot of yield ), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she'd provided pleasure and the tie-up was too substantial to disconnect.

"Cum is my darling intellectual nourishment"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will consider it a personal insult if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling member in her mouth again, remembering how this went last sentence. The idea of blowing his encumbrance in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow loathsome, that char only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this harebrained girl who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his shaft and balls he was visualising the porn he'd seen, videos of women taking a load in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his ducky portion of any video and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for literal ? She seemed to have no problem cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any shoes ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his attention back to the diffuse brim enveloping his manhood, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the courage to speak.

"I want to savor you as well."

"Mmm ?"Tegan responded, feeling him twitch in her mouth.

"I want to eat you… can we sixty-nine ?"

"Mmm !"Tegan moaned in agreement. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one knee over his cheek to lower her dripping cut to him as she resumed her unwritten ministrations on his shaft.

Brandon had a height reward over Tegan so with her head bobbing smoothly over his fork he found himself gazing down at hers, face to case with the real matter for the firstly time. He curled his arms around the exterior of her second joint and dig her firm buttock, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The first thing he noticed was the tiny puckered superstar of her butthole, at the moment looking a little swollen and rag. He had a conjecture as to why - and he groaned as his shaft involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouth at the theme. He'd seen his share of anal retentive erotica but again, this was something he had long suspected would never fall out to him in really life.

Just a midget distance away though was the real rootage of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to expose her pinko insides, her inner lips just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a short, altering his grip and pulled her mouth apart to reveal Sir Thomas More of her soft plica, wanting to gaze directly at her warm ingress. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his entire physical structure shuddered this time. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his backtalk over her pussy and delving in with his spit, probing for that wet golf hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him near to her mouth. With the summit dispute she could not pick out him as easily but she compensated by using her script to stroke the bottom half of the shaft and caress his balls while continuing to focus her ministrations around the head. Brandon viva voce acquirement were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't avail but grind her hips, trying to obtain some way to get insistency on her throbbing button as he seemed singularly determined to labour his tongue inside her.

At the former end Brandon's inexperienced lingua was quickly beginning to sap so he decided to vary strategy. He swirled his glossa downwards and found her clit at the scissure of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying sucking. The stifle moan around his tool was a for certain signboard he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that orbit with his mouth, varying the amount of suction and occasionally flicking it with his tongue. This elicited more moan and he noticed that Tegan's sweat were becoming slower, less sharpen. The idea that he was giving her so practically pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud groan, digging his digit into her ass cheeks and sucking her button with as much force as he could muster as he felt his balls tighten. Tegan held him in her mouthpiece and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his pelvic girdle bucked Sir Thomas More of his length into her mouth and she applied suck, tightening her mouth around the swelling head as he exploded against the backbone of her throat. Brandon's sucking mouth against her aching button finally pushed her over the edge as well and she moaned through a mouthful of his thick seed, greedily swallowing it down, her body quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sensation set off another handout of Brandon's and he flooded her rima oris a second sentence before pulling his mouth from her twat and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last obtuse apparent movement of her oral sex, a swirl of the clapper to clean up any utmost remainder, then she let his slowly wilting meat slick from her lip. She lay across him catching her breather and feeling somewhat spent, gently holding his dick in her impart handwriting substance to wait until he decided to break the silence.

After a few minute of arc, just as Tegan was wondering if Brandon had dozed off, he asked"was that good ?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you come ?"

"Oh, yes. I did."She stifled a giggle. Coming always made her a picayune bit giddy and having a conversation about it was weird.

"Really, you're not just saying that ?"

"Really. I'm not going to lie Brandon, some lady friend you meet will wangle it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's significant. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her side of meat, propping herself up on her human elbow to look at him.

"Is it important that I come ?"

"I… you know… I want to make out you're enjoying it."

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a small smile."And if you have a young woman you care about I am sure she will take account it."

"I care about you !"Brandon protested.

"Brandon I've basically agreed to be a live-in sex toy. Not just for you, but for Angus and Sam too. I… I don't want to bankrupt the mood here but I don't want there to be any misapprehension that lead to jealousy."

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. I just signify I care that you enjoy it too."

"Well the deal is that you get to use me for your pleasure. I might not always come, girls are dodgy like that. Don't trouble about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a oscitancy."The reality is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the go up future. Sometimes I'll seminal fluid, sometimes I won't."

Brandon pensively stared at her for a farseeing here and now, mainly at her tit, before asking"What made you agree to this ?"

"Made me ? It was my idea, remember."

"Ok why did you hint this then."

"I'm bingle, you guys are unity, and this is way soft than finding another job. It helps that I like sex a lot too, but who doesn't ?"

"wealthy person you been with a lot of guys ?"

"Are you asking out of green-eyed monster ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her elbow again."The answer is no. I've been with two guys before this workweek. I lost my virginity in 9th grade. That guy lost interest in me as soon as he got what he wanted. I didn't hook up with anyone again until I was in university. We were together for a yr, then broke up. I've been single ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a slut ?"

Brandon shrugged awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not offended. What else would you reckon ? Anyway, if I wasn't before, I am now. And I'm not ashamed of that. It's actually…"

"Liberating ?"

"Exactly. If there's one affair I've noticed about older masses it's that they more often regret the matter they didn't do more than the things they did. So, I'm doing matter. While I'm still young."

"So… what other stuff have you done ?"

"What do you think of ?"Tegan asked, coyly.

"Well I mean apart from what we've done together… you know. With your boyfriend."

"Jeez, you want me to go into the sordid contingent of my one pregnant relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to figure out is what form of stuff you can do with me… let's just say for now that there's very little not on the mesa. Use your imagination."After a moment's pause she added"Just nothing involving like… poop or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"Glad we're in agreement on that ! Any other questions ?"

"Have you ever been with a girl ?"

"Aargh !"Tegan threw up her hands and flopped back on the bed."Yes, ok sherlock, you got me."

"Well ?"

"Oh so now you want details ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No dice, B. Maybe another time. When I'm drunk."Tegan laughed."Really drunk."

"I guess for now I'll just use my imagination."

"You're imagining it right now, aren't you ?"Tegan lifted her head to look at him, watching his putz swell from half mast to full again before her eyes."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A woman's work is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her rima oris over his puff up penis once more…